A heavy silence descended upon the group, the weight of Huang Yiming's words settling like a dense fog. Yun Lintian, burdened by the legacy of the God of Fate and the cryptic message from his father, felt a tremor of unease course through him.
"The final boss..." Yun Lintian murmured to himself.
Having devoured countless novels, he couldn't help but draw the parallel – every story had its final boss. Since inheriting the God of Fate's legacy, a nagging suspicion had taken root in his heart. Restoring the Primal Chaos felt too simplistic. Could it be a greater foe manipulating events from the shadows, or perhaps an even more catastrophic threat loomed? What was it?
No matter how hard Yun Lintian racked his brain, he couldn't think of anything at the moment. Whether it was his father, the Beyond Heaven King, or the others, all of them clearly tried their best to conceal the information from him. It was as if the moment he knew it, he would be gone somehow.